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It was really amazing what Stella dreamed about of late. While she had been under hypnosis at the dentist’s, she had been standing on some kind of meadow at sunset, talking to a tall man with dark hair and the most unusual eyes she had ever seen. Most dark haired men had either blue or brown eyes, sometimes green ones. His were not blue, or green like hers, or an ordinary brown; they were a light tone, resembling the shade of café au lait, contrasting to his hair in an interesting way. Their conversation had been all the more mysterious: He had told her his name, Duane or something, and that she was the only one who could help him. Strange. Her imagination surprised her over and over, especially because she had never dreamed of such things before. She didn’t even know nor had seen anyone who looked even a little similar to her dream man. Somehow this fact spooked her, without her being able to explain why.
The horn of some car caused her to emerge from her reverie. She shoved those thoughts aside and concentrated on her surroundings again, remembering: Ah, I’ve yet to buy some dog food for Sian, or she’ll be nagging me again! Therefore, she stopped at a pet shop to get what she needed before continuing to head home.